(mingle) It must be party time

[forethinking]

Who: Ren Amamiya, Wanda Maximoff, you!
When: 12th of September
Where: Good Harbor Beach
Summary: Here's the barbecue log! Eating, playing games, having a bonfire and sleep-over on the beach!
Warnings: Alcohol? Ghost stories?



ɪ. ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ

Congratulations, you've made it to the Good Harbor Beach September barbecue! With the weather cooling, but still pleasant enough, it's a pleasure to have a hangout involving ADI's residents and those who live at Bonnie's. There are still so many people who don't know one another, and many to strengthen bonds with, so the hours your dearest Wanda and Ren spend cooking and flipping and seasoning are nothing but rewarding! Seeing people enjoying themselves is great and it's motivating for them to keep doing these encounters every now and then.

On the menu, we have:
- Burgers;
- Steaks with jacked potato sides;
- Ribs;
- Zucchini-and-Pecorino fritters;
- Several different salads, including ovcharska;
- Aubergine kebabs with charred onion salsa;
- Salmon yakitori;
- Takoyaki;
- Cupcakes
- Apples and honey;
- Cherry dumplings;
- Sarmale filled with rice;
- Bundevara (pumpkin pie);


For drinks, there's a selection of alcohol, as well as coffee, water, tea, and a variety of sodas. Take in the nice view, jump on the ocean, sink your toes in the sand and enjoy yourselves. There aren't any usable tables, but there are several blankets on the floor for your perusal.

ɪɪ. ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ

With bellies full, now it's when the real fun begins. There are a few decks of cards being passed around, as well as one of their single tables now organized to a beer-pong competition. Individually, games such as Never Have I Ever, as well as Truth or Dare can be seen, and those who wish to use their skills for entertaining are more than welcome to do so.

A little bonding here, a little drunken chatting there, this is your time to shine!

ɪɪɪ. ᴀ ʙᴏɴꜰɪʀᴇ

With those who have a curfew to worry about in mind, a bonfire is lit, and a few tents are set around the beach (may have to be shared). If anyone's got a nice story, now it's the time to share it, or perhaps if anyone can play an instrument, it's about time to break it out of its case. The night will be lively until the early hours of the morning, and of course, mindful of those who couldn't stay up this late.

The next morning, everyone will be properly thanked for their attendance and tupperwares will be distributed with leftovers for those who'd like to take some food home, the beach will be cleaned impeccably and everyone will go their own way, hopefully with smiles and a new sense of unity and connection from the amazing night they've just experienced.

ɪᴠ. ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴏᴏᴄ ɴᴏᴛᴇ

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Comments

[worthallthis]

He notes her coming but doesn't change direction or stop. What he does do is slow a little and look sidelong at her, possibly in the hopes that she comes bearing brownies again. Doesn't look like it. Too bad.

"It seems. That Kate is very drunk," he comments, proving that while she had been aware of him, he has also been aware of her. And of Kate.

[bossyboiler]

It is a problem for tomorrow's Kate. Right now, present Kate is having a good time. "I will!" Kate agrees with Yelena, happily. She is going to regret it before the morning arrives.

"Oh. I will." Kate's response is very earnest. "I have such a good one for the next round." She nods her head. Good is subjective. It is either the corniest thing Yelena has ever heard in her life while also being incredibly bland.

"Yes. You have to ask permission." She sounds like a child. "It's important." And then she laughs, "He's going to be so surprised."

She's not going to move from her seated position to get a better view. The Earth is spinning and she swears she can feel the rotation. Kate doesn't want to slip away.

[musicdied]

Yelena isn’t surprised by his statement - in truth, she would have been more surprised if he hadn’t noticed, hadn’t been keeping track.

“She is ridiculously drunk,” she agrees, glancing back over her shoulder at their roommate with an expression of mild concern. “I don’t think she has very much experience with it. I’ll bring her water when I return.”

She looks back at Winter, hesitates a moment, then sighs. “She is also thinking you might want a hug. Do you want a hug? Unless you do, you don’t have to answer.”

[worthallthis]

He's already considering the possibility of having to carry Kate home, if they even go home tonight. The tents and the hour suggest that getting home before curfew isn't expected.

The question takes him by surprise. There's a nearly audible record scratch as it throws his thoughts off track. "What. Why would I want a. A hug." He can't even imagine that. The last time someone tried, he nearly threw the poor thing into a tree.

[bossyboiler]

If they look back at Kate, they'll find her waving at them like a lunatic.

[musicdied]

Yelena does glance back, and lifts her hand in a wave that's rather less...frantic.

"You wouldn't," she says, turning her gaze back to Winter. "I think maybe Kate does, and is pushing that out onto you. And me. And the very silly game we are playing." She gives an apologetic shrug, the corners of her mouth quirking in a lopsided little smile. "I should get back to her before she has a chance to get herself into trouble."

[worthallthis]

He looks between the enthusiastic waving and Yelena, for a moment. Gears turning in his head. "Perhaps you should hug her, then," he finally suggests, perfectly straight-faced. Maybe... a little too straight-faced. (There is a tiny glimmer of a sense of humor in there, apparently, it's just hard to see.)

[bossyboiler]

Kate has gone from waving like a lunatic to roasting a marshmallow. She has a stick stuck in the bonfire but leaves it in for too long. When she pulls it out, the marshmallow is a roasted cinder. Instead of waiting for the marshmallow to cool down Kate turns and flings the miniature fireball away and into the sand. Yeet!

[musicdied]

She squints at him for a moment, then grins, swift and sun-bright. "That would only encourage her."

She turns to head back towards Kate and the bonfire. Hopefully, the water she pauses to snag on the way back will not be required for dousing makeshift incendiaries.

[worthallthis]

"It might. Though that is not always a bad thing."

He considers a beat as she turns, then moves to follow. He'd just about finished the latest patrol, anyway, and he wants to-- he should check on Kate. And see what this game is they're playing.

[bossyboiler]

"Hi guys!" Kate says brightly with another marshmallow molotov on a skewer. In their approach, she has forgotten about it. It's burning itself out but so far she hasn't flung it. "Yelena where did you go?" They are in the clear. Kate has forgotten what had caused Yelena to get up and find Winter.

"I have marshmallows," she says and pointy sticks that could definitely put someone's eye out.